Feb 11 2020, 03:37 PM

The elf's instincts drove him to bunch up like a sprinter ready to run when the two of them were intent on continuing. The color had entirely faded from his body, returned back to the navy purple it once was in his lack of concentration on the cells. Why would they keep going? He’d already proven his strength against them, and yet they attacked.
His body moved before he gave thought to it. A hunter- no, this deer was a Hunter- a Hunter shouldn't be attacked by his prey. Even if he didn't know the full story, they seemed intent on breaking this cycle, this world he'd built himself to know- who were they to know what information was dangerous or not?
It's one reason why he never wanted to tell anyone how to light fires. Reasons why he didn't want to rely on his strength, of this information he'd learned and gained and could so easily abuse.
Information he would use against these assailants. Bursting out of the brush, the elf launched himself forward with knife in hand, left arm in front of himself like a shield as he tried to intercept the scrawnier of the two. She was the easier target. If it weren't for him already noting the lion's way of looking (visually impared?), he would've avoided her for the sheer size.
No. He aimed to connect and barrel over the wolf, planning on pinning her down with the knife against her if she tried anything else. He didn't have time to shout, didn't have time to make noise- the only thing he did was lash his tail and bare his sharp canines at his target, a soft hiss rising from the back of his throat.